sorry i haven't posted in a while, i've just been so busy with school I'm fighting with justin again... well actually its the same extended fight, i mean we can barely have a conversation anymore and i just don't think he cars anymore. So anyways, lots going on, we started reading to kill a mockingbird in class, interesting stuff, umm i have like 3 tests a week now, we just started a new art project ( its basically like a painted alice in wonderland poste *the one with johny depp* and cut up into pieces and each person gets a diffrent piece to paint, then we put them together and get the final project.) Also I'm starting to actually like gym. Its not like before with the guys, as long as you try everyone is treated equally, if you're having a hard time poeple help you out instead of mock you, i'm having a blast with my team mates no matter who they are, we are learning strategizing. You know i even contemplated taking gym again next year, or some other year... then again it's very difficult, and im only a month into the course... it'll probably get harder as it goes along.
Besides those notes there isn't much to say. I've been reading Belgarath by david eddings... very complicated... i sent in my transfer forms..... WAIT did i tell you all about my transfer?! I guess i didn't!
Well we recieved our course selection sheets and it turns out our school has shit for options... so seeing how the only thing keeping me here was the fact that they offer art in french ( which is no longer an option) I decided that i'd attempt to transfer this year. After much agrivation with my parents i convinced them and sent in my transfer sheet 2 days before the dealine. Usually i like to do things early, but this i didn't have much notice with.
Also my grandmother got my uncle arrested. Okay well she just sold the family cottage and steve ( my uncle) got all mad and her, so he started threatening her, and yelling at her, and basically all around freaking out. Finally today he took the kids ( his kids) and hauled them up to the cottage and said that he wouldn't leave until the police came for him, of course thinking my grama was too inocent to call the cops on him... thing about my grandmother that he didn't particularly realize.... she's been through shit in her life, lived through it, moved downtown ottawa, and raised him and my mother with some 20 adopted kids. A forty year old son having a temper tantrum was nothing. so she called the cops. High five grama!
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Until next time,
GothGirl xox
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